Monday, April 11, 2016

The Horse List Challenge by Anna Lores

The Horse List Challenge
Anna Lores

Genre: Erotica, Romantic Suspense

With a violent ex-husband hot on her trail, Ava Black seeks comfort in the arms of Jameson "Brady" Ross, The unrequited love who protects her.
Having healed from the physical abuse at the hands of her ex, she devises a naughty wish list - she calls her Horse List - to help empower her.
Will Brady finally fulfill her sweetest fantasies and become her partner? Or will the man who dominates her dreams and desires, the wealthy Eric North, come for her?
Does she have the strength to fight for her life and love, or will she succumb to demands of her powerful ex-husband?

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Author Bio
Anna started writing romance as a by-product of insomnia. After a year of late night reading, she borrowed her son’s laptop after he went to bed each night, and set about breathing life to her very own characters. After a month of writing in the middle of the night, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams. With a B.A. in English Literature and a desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about, but gush over, she shed her job as mom of three in the late night hours and assumed her alter ego of dirty girl.
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She took off her shoes, socks, tank top, and bra. She wiggled out of her panties and yoga pants before she glanced at the mirror and noticed him watching her. She wasn’t sure whether his flushed face meant he was aroused or just plain angry at all the scars covering her flesh. She couldn’t read him and the epic failure to get him angry and aroused in the living room had her second-guessing her list with him as her partner. The more they were together, the closer he held her. Were all his caresses “friend” caresses?
Just minutes earlier he’d held her like a lover. But, like always, he pushed her away again before anything could happen, good or bad. He cared for her, but the more she considered his reaction to her nudity, the more she believed he was angry, not even slightly aroused. No matter what he said about her scars making her strong, they were an ugly reminder of weakness—the same weakness Colin saw in her every day as he trained her.
She reached into the open shower and turned on the water. Analyzing every little word, touch, expression wasn’t getting her anywhere. The sexual frustration and sleepless nights in the same bed with her cowboy didn’t help either.
“Be careful, darlin’. It’s gonna be really hot.”
Hot wasn’t what she needed. Maybe a cold shower would kill her desire for him, shock her body into reality. Sex with Brady was high on her Horse List because it was likely never to happen. He wasn’t into her, and she panicked when he touched her uncovered scars.
She turned the handle to cold, freezing cold, and stepped inside. She squeaked as the splash of icy water hit her warm, tanned legs.
“Ava, are you okay?” Brady shouted, sliding in his white socks into the bathroom and stopping in front of the shower in black boxers, ready to attack an intruder. Something had him as jumpy as Colin. He was usually a calm influence, rarely the first in a fight. He didn’t join in unless he saw real trouble.
He stepped into the shower with her, and shuddered. “Shit. It’s freezing.” Without asking, he reached past her, brushing his arm against her breasts, and turned the handle to warm. “Ava, you’ve got to pay atten—” Worried hazel eyes focused on her.
“Brady, I’m…” God help her, she was lost in those brown eyes with the most remarkable specks of green sparkling like fireworks.
She loved him, always had, always would.
His hand drifted around and cradled the back of her head. His lids glided down as his lips came millimeters from hers. Firm pressure against the back of her head brought her chin up a hair, taking her so close to a kiss. So close.
“Please,” she whispered, not sure whether it was for a kiss or for him to take her, make her forget everything, everyone…make her feel loved, wanted, controlled…

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